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SHERLOCK: Pity. We could have split the fee. Think it through next time.
JOHN: Who is he?
SHERLOCK (softly): The most dangerous man you’ve ever met, and not my problem right now.
(More loudly) On my desk, the number.
(John gives him a dark look but Sherlock has already looked away again so John walks over to
the desk and picks up a piece of paper taken from a luggage label. He looks at the name on the
paper.)
JOHN: Jennifer Wilson. That was ... Hang on. Wasn’t that the dead woman?
SHERLOCK: Yes. That’s not important. Just enter the number.
(Shaking his head, John gets his phone out and starts to type the number onto it.)
SHERLOCK: Are you doing it?
JOHN: Yes.
SHERLOCK: Have you done it?
JOHN: Ye... hang on!
SHERLOCK: These words exactly: “What happened at Lauriston Gardens? I must have blacked
out.”
(John starts to type but looks briefly across to Sherlock as if concerned at what he just said.
Sherlock continues his narration.)
SHERLOCK: “Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Please come.”
(John has got as far as:

What happened at
Lauriston Gdns?
I must have b

Now he looks across to Sherlock again, frowning.)
JOHN: You blacked out?
SHERLOCK: What? No. No!
(He flips his legs around and stands up, taking the shortest route towards the kitchen – which
involves walking over the coffee table beside the sofa rather than around it.)
SHERLOCK: Type and send it. Quickly.
(Going into the kitchen, he picks up a small pink suitcase from a chair and brings it back into
the living room. Walking over to the dining table, he lifts one of the dining chairs and flips it
around, setting it down in front of one of the two armchairs near the fireplace. He puts the
suitcase onto the dining chair and sits down in the armchair. John is still typing.)
SHERLOCK: Have you sent it?
JOHN: What’s the address?
SHERLOCK (impatiently): Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Hurry up!
(John finishes the message, then looks round as Sherlock unzips the case and flips open the lid,
revealing the contents. There are a few items of clothing and underwear – all in varying shades
of pink – a washbag, and a paperback novel by Paul Bunch entitled “Come To Bed Eyes.” [Good
grief – has Jennifer met Sherlock before?!]. As John turns towards the case he staggers slightly
in shock when he realises what he’s looking at.)
JOHN: That’s ... that’s the pink lady’s case. That’s Jennifer Wilson’s case.
SHERLOCK (studying the case closely): Yes, obviously.
( John continues to stare, and Sherlock looks up at him and then rolls his eyes.)
SHERLOCK (sarcastically): Oh, perhaps I should mention: I didn’t kill her.
JOHN: I never said you did.
SHERLOCK: Why not? Given the text I just had you send and the fact that I have her case, it’s a
perfectly logical assumption.
JOHN: Do people usually assume you’re the murderer?
SHERLOCK (smirking): Now and then, yes.
(He puts his hands onto the arms of the armchair and lifts his feet up and under him so that he
is perching on the seat with his backside braced against the back rest, then clasps his hands
under his chin.)
JOHN: Okay ...
(He limps across the room and drops heavily into the armchair on the other side of the
fireplace.)
JOHN: How did you get this?
SHERLOCK: By looking.
JOHN: Where?

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)